Tuesday, September 27, 2016

It is time once again to welcome the legendary Siki Spacek and Black Death Resurrected​ to the West Coast! Next week I will be hitting the road with my Cleveland brothers to deliver swift metal justice to Seattle, Portland and San Francisco with Portland newcomers Acid Wash, before pushing onward to Frost and Fire II in Ventura, California to witness the triumphant return of Cirith Ungol! When I first brought Siki Spacek and crew to Portland in 2014, some of the local non-believers expressed their smug doubt as only smug non-believers can. Of course, it turned out to be one of the most memorable concerts of the last decade. And we're gonna do it again! In case you need a quick history lesson, you can read a conversation between Siki and myself​ here, from shortly before he blew minds and stole hearts at the 2014 East End Block Party. My beloved comrade A.K. Wilson made a killer video from that performance, in case you need any further motivation to get your ass off the couch and on the street. I hope to see some of you TRUE 'bangers up front and center very soon. It's what Cliff Burton would have wanted. UNTIL WE ROCK!

October 4(Seattle) The Highline: with Acid Wash, High Spirits and Christian Mistress

Saturday, September 24, 2016

I have a few of these limited edition shirts available through Wyrd War. Officially commisioned by K.K. Warslut of the indomitable Deströyer 666 and limited to 50. Double-sided print on soft Next Level ringspun cotton that fit the way shirts are supposed to fit. Indicate size when you order. This is the first in a new line of "Artist Series" shirts featuring original artwork from some of my comrades around the world. I'm very pleased with how these turned out.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Monday, September 12, 2016

Friday, September 09, 2016

The Hollywood Theatre​ is showing some movie called The Warriors tonight. Sounds like it could be sorta interesting. Maybe I’ll go. I dunno...

Ok, let me be clear. The Warriors is one of the greatest films ever made. Period. I love this movie so much that when Penelope Spheeris suddenly asked me to name my favorite movie over dinner one time, my mind went blank and all I could do was swallow the rest of my beer and stammer, “The Warriors!” This sweaty mythological cartoon odyssey set against a grimy bygone New York City background is so tautly edited and brilliantly directed that it barely gives you a moment to exhale. In fact, the blitzkrieg pace of this film is so awesomely overwhelming that you almost don’t realize you’re watching a modern retelling of Homer’s epic poem (or Xenophon’s Anabasis, whatever, I don't read anyway). But that’s exactly what you’re watching. The Greek chorus is replaced with a lippy soul DJ who occasionally reminds us that there is sort of a plot and purpose to the chromatic cascade of violence, the formidable Ajax is played to the hilt by James Remar (Dexter’s dad!) who struts around drunk on his own testosterone and the sea hag Sirens are recast as a tough female clique called The Lizzies. Yes, this is the celluloid equivalent of a Frank Frazetta painting. Which is to say, it provides a visceral side effect most commonly experienced as a twitching in the groin and a clutching of the fists. The only bummer about The Warriors is that it is so goddamn good that when the lights come on and you stumble blinkingly back toward home you will be reminded how shitty the world has become. Where is brother Cleon and Swan when we need them? This film triggered a rash of subway crimes and theater violence when it was first released in 1979, and if anyone wants to fistfight in the theater tonight, just heckle the screen like an idiot or forget to silence your phone and I will gladly indulge your wishes. Can you count, suckas?? FTW.